Faces from the past
On sad wings of memories
Flying through my mind
To immerse it in grief
Mourning seized my soul
But my eyes are too old to cry
Skies shrouded in black cloth
The heart is too sad for delight
Engrossed in sorrow
With the half-empty glass
Deliberating
About meaning of life
I can hear the ravens
Croaking on a dead tree
Behind the window
It's shadow waving to me
Our sun is down
This night I´ll die
Our sun is going down
This night - I die again
Our sun is going down
This night I´ll meet my dead
My heart is torn to pieces
My time is spent
My past is forgotten
My life is closer to the end
When I am looking back
My childhood footprints still seen
On a dusty road
To the cemetery
Days and months of walking
Towards the utter void
Turn us into dust
For next footprints to be left on
Our sun is going down
This night - I die again
Our sun is going down
This night I´ll meet my dead
My heart torn to pieces
My time is spent
My past forgotten
My life is closer to the end